Thursday, August 10, 2006

Weird beginning of a lifelong friendship!

Keeping the promises I make to myself is not my best quality. More often than not I tend to break my own sweet little heart. As usual I had broken the rule I had setup previous night when I had promised my mom, “I’ll be on time for everything from tomorrow, you will see.” My mom had sweetly smiled and said, “If tomorrow comes…” Flabbergasted and dismally handling my project file which was too bulky for my small frame I boarded my usual bus no. 500 from Krishi Bhawan. There was this awesomely cute guy in my declared all time favourite ensemble for guys--- faded jeans and white shirt. And off went my MB fantasies. He would be a thorough gentleman, offer his seat to me and I would coyly (very unlike my true self…hehehe) take up his offer.

At the same time a girl who would be called by us next door intellectual type girls as well a B***H and by guys as a BOMBSHELL boarded the bus too. And I am sure you must have guessed all my dreams were shattered when my possible hero, the prince charming in blue denims offered his seat to the B (girls and boys read accordingly). He stood up and was standing next to me. In some other day and time I would have enjoyed it better but hey I was heavily burdened with my project file and the driver who was driving like a maniac did not help my situation a bit.

I was so annoyed with the guy, not only cause he did not give me his seat and nor did he show his chivalry and helped me with my cumbersome load, but because he was STINKING! That’s right all my romantic endeavors had fallen flat on the face. We were at the South-ex stop. I could not bear the stench anymore…I have smell issues…will elaborate on them some other time. And I badly wanted to avenge my wounded pride. So pat I opened my mouth… “Excuse me, could you please put your hand down?”
He was puzzled…well where else was he to gain support to maintain the balance? “Why?” he asked in complete confusion written all over his face.
“Cause you are stinking…and I really can’t bear it anymore.” Rude I know but hey he had it coming...looking all cute and all and not showing any interest in me whatsoever…the poor chap not only put his arm down he even got down the bus too and EMBARRESSED as hell all thanks to me.

More than two months had passed since the incident. All my friends and family had heard the story several times, many times on demand, and laughed their heads off. Even I had developed a routine giving appropriate pause at the correct time for the audiences to grasp, ooo aahh, and to well laugh hysterically in the end.
Well on the chilly morning of 2nd November 2002, as I was just getting down my deserted college bus stop cause I was a bit late…not my fault yaar the cable wala was showing a SRK movie… neway to be back on the story line… hmmm so this dude gets down after me and says “Hi!” I rattle up my brains trying to put this guy’s face to a name. Ah! But no success. “Sorry! Do I know you?” I ask cautiously and still happy for the early morning rendezvous because it could make for interesting conversation during the lunch time (wink).
He just smiled “I am Rahul, and I am not stinking today!”
He boarded the next bus and vanished… I stood their gasping and wishing I had someone to share the moment with.

Its been four years. We have relived the moment again and again laughed till we had tears in our eyes. Sometimes we remembered our first meet when we were crying so that the tears would vanish. Rahul and I are best friends today. We have seen each other through so much---our graduations, his marriage, our first jobs, his adoption of two girls, my first documentary and now his going to Australia to settle there with family. Life has been good. I love my stinky!

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

AWESOME STORY sister. i absolutely loved it. very nice story yaar. aise blogs likho na. kya political blogs likhti ho. i fall asleep yaar.
it's funny na how ppl meet, but somebody, somewhere and some time leaves so much mark on u tht ur life takes a u turn.

anyways i think u shud name this blog PARADIGM SHIFT

namit said...

oh its absolutely amazing entry .........does it firm ups ones belief in destiny .....does it second the saying what is destined happens ......awsome writting keep bloggin

Jihye park said...

wow dramatic stoty :) I am smiling all the time while reading this.

Gurneet said...

the story, quite matching to a MB story....but true...and as i always say...everything happens in MB style in priyanka's life ;)
the story i enjoyed listening and now can always refer to wenever i'll loose my faith in 'serendipity'!!
loved reading it..gr8 job!
i just wish i cud meet that stinky once.. ;))

Raghav said...

Awesome Narration,Superb Story...I simply loved this One..the interest it generates in the first few lines never fades till the last line..You would find yourself wanting for more..Kudos Priyanka

Its amazing how Some Small things/incidents in life such as this influence one's life..actually they make Life more worthy and Easy to live..

With Due Respect to RAHUL.. May Be One Of these days I shud try Out Being a Stinky Myself :p..Who knows it could well be a beginning of a Great friendship ..;)

vrittant said...

abe is dis true???? cos d story sounds so unreal man!!! waise shakl se toh tu jhuthi lagti nai hai..so i guess, sach hi hoga..very nicely written (well, a few errors that my editorial eye forced me to take note of..its ok, u can call me mean..), i wish it could be turned into a script and shot. good work, madaam!!

yamini said...

Remarkable incident put down in a an even more remarkable way. Kudos to your writing and story-telling skills. I really love you for it. Such incidents really spice up the otherwise mundane existence that we go through. Although, many would have expressed the wish to turn it into a script and shoot a film on it but i would prefer you to keep it personal, because it is a special moment, which is for both of you to cherish....:)